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serpent eyes, you stair-step the ladder of my spine
with parched lips and whispered treasures,
weaving an enchantment measured
deep like waves across sweat-slicked skin,
your breath a gasping, breaking me in
with a grin, you let your knuckles do the talking,
walking promises like dogs pulling at the leash
avoiding the corner fire hydrants
because that's where the town meets
to swap gossip like spit
and you can't stand to let your secrets slip
so they pool instead at the corners
of your poison-chapped lips
when i leave for calmer waters and wider lanes,
catch your heart as it drops,
jot your number on scrap paper,
drop my name in the right circle and maybe they'll go 'round
telling you i risked it all to find myself,
a paralyzed swan diving from high spaces
on a dare to feel everything except broken...
but more likely they'll scoot out their chairs,
flip you the bird, and leave without saying anything
with parched lips and whispered treasures,
weaving an enchantment measured
deep like waves across sweat-slicked skin,
your breath a gasping, breaking me in
with a grin, you let your knuckles do the talking,
walking promises like dogs pulling at the leash
avoiding the corner fire hydrants
because that's where the town meets
to swap gossip like spit
and you can't stand to let your secrets slip
so they pool instead at the corners
of your poison-chapped lips
when i leave for calmer waters and wider lanes,
catch your heart as it drops,
jot your number on scrap paper,
drop my name in the right circle and maybe they'll go 'round
telling you i risked it all to find myself,
a paralyzed swan diving from high spaces
on a dare to feel everything except broken...
but more likely they'll scoot out their chairs,
flip you the bird, and leave without saying anything
Literature
pollutant.
he is a boy devoid of sharp colours, rises
like a distant sun fragmented through city
smoke plumes, he paints skies grey, he
dilutes turquoise seas, he is always a shade
of nothing. his girl, she dresses him in clown
colours, masks the void with scarlet smiles
and peacock feathers, but the hues all fade
under his watercolour touch. i used to love
him, but he stripped even the lightest shades
of happiness down to something faded,
something missing. dreams in greyscale,
life in sepia, i ate blood oranges and painted
my skin pomegranate and clashed so
beautifully with his frown i think he forgot to
cry when i left, dressed in theatre costumes
Literature
reconnoiter
i.
she was
drunk on fire
and tight-lipped missives
and let her thighs
fly off
the tip of
his tongue
she crossed her own resolve
and let it lie
in the corner
next to eyeliner
and clipped drums
the pound
of flesh
in selective spectacle
edging out
the fear
of excess
replacing it
with dear haze
and dress
ii.
his mouth gushed
with the rush
of platelets
lush from
the cut
in his makeshift aegis
a handful
of dumb phrases
plastered on
his steering wheel,
dangerous
he closed his eyes
to escape
and found aches
his hammered hull
had never
tasted
he was wasted
on sheer page
and stress
iii.
at an ornate pace
they rest
Literature
Longing
Missing you
is forsaking
the cooler side of the pillow
for the side that remembers
the impression of your cheek
and the soft smell of your hair.
It's reveling
in the butterfly thrill
of your gentle embrace,
but aching to close
the Rubin-vase distance
that separates us.
It's the difference between
the sound of your silver Corolla
as you pull to a stop
in my cul-de-sac
and the way it sounds
when you leave.
It's weaving "I love you"
into every word,
every touch,
every song,
short of actually saying it.
But the thing is,
I don't know
how much longer I can go
without saying it.
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I won't lie and say I've missed dA, because I haven't--I needed some space...but I've missed the people here. I hope you all realize how absolutely wonderful you are:
chromeantennae, hopeburnsblue, DrippingWords, haphazardmelody, MagicalJoey (especially you)...and all the rest of you I up and disappeared on: I'm sorry. I'll try to do better, but right now...just know I miss you all.
April 2015
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Love the ending to this. 
Almost wanted it to read "leave without saying a word" because of the rhyme, but that was just at first glance.
We all need space a lot of the time. Hope things are doing better for you.
Almost wanted it to read "leave without saying a word" because of the rhyme, but that was just at first glance. We all need space a lot of the time. Hope things are doing better for you.